Nemesis

Chapter 13

Sherlock

Sherlock wanted to try something new. Sherlock changed his phone number and smiled as he searched the contacts for that one special name... Jim <3

Hello. -CD

The reply came immediately:

Who is this?? -JM

Someone you used to talk to quite often. -CD

I don't know anyone who's name starts with C. -JM

That's because CD stands for something. -CD

There was no reply for a while, Sherlock knew Jim was probably tearing through his brain trying to think of what CD meant. It was so simple, Consulting Detective. It was his title for the longest time.

Sherlock had a game, but he almost hoped Jim would figure it out quickly. He needed to see his boyfriend again. He needed to see everyone again.

Sherlock was currently staying with Mycroft, which he hated. Mycroft was so nosey, it was like he could have any secrets.

Jim's reply came after a while..

Does it have something to do with an occupation? -JM

Perhaps...-CD

Construction demolitionist? -JM

Ha no, but good guess. You have to think outside the box Jim Moriarty. -CD

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Jim

There was no possible way Jim would be able to figure this out. What could CD stand for?? Jim paced in his messy flat. How would Sherlock figure this out? There's hardly anything to deduce. An old friend? Jim's only real friend was Sherlock...

Jim picked up his phone,

Consulting Detective..? -JM

Wow, I'm impressed really. I didn't think you would get it that quickly. -CD

Sherlock? -JM

Yes? -SH

What. The. Fuck?!!? >:( -JM

Right, explaining myself. Where are you Id like to do this in person. -SH

Jim have him the address. He couldn't believe Sherlock would bloody leave him for a whole year, and then just decide to show up like nothing happened. He wanted to punch those gorgeous cheekbones of his, and kiss him. Jim didn't know what to do.

He waited nearly thirty minutes before there was a knock on his door. Jim felt his insides turn as e got up to answer the door. He hadn't seen Sherlock in so long... What if he didn't love him anymore?

Jim opened the door and all previous thoughts faded. Seeing Sherlock's curly brown hair and his gorgeous eyes, his awkward body language. He loved all of it. Jim pulled him inside, slammed the door and pulled Sherlock down to his eye level.

"If you ever do that to me again Sherlock Holmes I will personally kill you." Jim had tears rolling down his face by now, but he didn't care. He grabbed Sherlock's face and kissed him like it was the last thing he would ever get to do.

"Jim I-" Sherlock started.

"I don't care why. Just kiss me again." Jim only wanted to be held. They had all the time in the world to talk about why, right now was not the time though.

So they kissed, and sat on the couch in silence for what felt like a lifetime. "I really missed you Sherly..." Jim sighed into the taller mans chest. Everyone has."

Sherlock returned a heavy sigh in response. "I know...I'm so sorry. I-i just thought that..if I left people wouldn't be mad at you. I wanted you to be happy."

"I'm only happy with you."

"Agreed." Sherlock wrapped his arms around Jim and the two soon fell asleep.

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Sherlock

When Sherlock woke up Jim was wrapped around him, breathing slowly and rhythmically. Sherlock couldn't ask for anything better. But there were things to be done today, so he gently shook Jim's shoulder. "Hey sleepyhead. Get up we're going to visit people today."

Jim groaned and shook his head slightly. "Im too tired Sherly lets just go back to sleep."

"No, we have to. Now get up."

"Kiss me first." Jim muttered.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and kissed the top of Jim's head then made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. He could hear Jim protesting outside the door.

"What kind of kiss was that?" And, "You have to kiss me eventually Sherlock Holmes."

So sherlock took his time in the shower. He came out wearing a clean shirt and trousers. "Are you going to shower before we go?" He asked Jim.

"Yes. I would have gotten done sooner if you let me in you know." Jim folded his arms. "And you still haven't properly kissed me."

Sherlock walked over to his pouting child-like criminal and kissed him slowly. Jim immediately relaxed and let their lips melt together. Sherlock pulled away first, "Better?"

"Much, I'll be out soon then we can go." Jim smiled and they both finished getting ready.

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221B looked exactly the same as it had when Sherlock left, except it was a bit messier. Mrs Hudson had let Jim and Sherlock in, after telling them John would be home soon, and nearly fainting.

Jim decided to wait in Sherlock's old room. Sherlock knew he would need time alone with John.

Sherlock waited in the only way he knew would work. He laid down on the couch and went to his mind palace. Sherlock wasn't even surprised when he heard John drop the grocery bags on the floor, muttering: "What in the bloody hell...?"

"Hello John."

"Sherlock?!"

"Well that is my name isn't it?"

"What..no. No you're dead." John walked towards the couch, but Sherlock didn't open his eyes.

"I made you think i was dead John. I had to." Sherlock himself heard the time in his voice shift from joking to sadness.

"Why on earth Sherlock would you have to pretend to be dead!?" John was almost shouting.

"You would've kept pushing me away anyways..." Sherlock opened his eyes and glanced up at his old friend.

John's anger melted. "I-I wasn't pushing you away. Was I..?"

"After you found out about Jim you did. You wanted nothing to do with me. He was unhappy, I was unhappy, but mostly you John. You were unhappy, and I couldn't have that."

"So you faked your death to make me happy?"

"I am starting to realize how terrible of an idea it was, but yes."

"God Sherlock just....just get up and hug me." John held his hand out to help Sherlock up. He took his hand and stood up, hugging his much shorter friend.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock said quietly.

"It's okay now.."

"No, I brought Jim with me."

"Oh?"

"He's in my room."

"Why is he in there, he should be out here with us."

Sherlock smiled. It was a genuine smile too. Maybe things were turning around for him.